Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.